The endless hum of the television in Misato's apartment had sent Shinji into a trance. Like a victim of some particularly powerful hypnotist he sat unmoving, his mind emptied of all thought, his brain too inactive to even feel boredom. He let an unconscious sigh emanate from his chest; the rising and falling of his sternum was the first sensation he had felt in at least an hour.
It was only natural then, that the sound of Asuka giggling from Misato's room would prompt a response from him. At last, his subconscious mind thought, some stimuli to react to.
"Idiot Shinji," he heard the redhead's shrill voice call out to him. "Come look at this."
Shinji stirred from his position of rest on the floor, finally rising to his feet, feeling his legs ache with static in response. He stumbled slowly for his first few steps, meandering his way to Misato's room. He couldn't help but think that he surely resembled Misato when she stumbled her way to her bed after concluding a late-night drinking session.
"What is it?" He said in a slightly garbled voice, his boredom-fried mind still barely unable to process its surroundings.
"Will you just shut up and come here?" A predictable response from the fiery redhead.
He made his way through the doorway and gazed into Misato's room. He had only been inside of it a few times, as he was both concerned with violating Misato's privacy and simultaneously disgusted by the state of her domain. It looked like someone with a minor case of a hoarding disorder resided there, with empty beer cans strewn on the floor, notebooks and folders surely containing secret NERV information scattered haphazardly around, reflecting the general scattered state of Misato's psyche.
You can tell a lot about a person by how they keep their room, Shinji thought to himself.
He gazed into the corner of the room and saw Asuka digging through Misato's dresser with a pile of the woman's delicates thrown next to her.
"Asuka, we can't be digging through Misato's stuff like this, it's really not right…"
Asuka sneered.
"Oh shut up, you nerd. It doesn't matter so long as we put it all back. She's too scatterbrained to ever figure out we touched anything anyway." She turned around to look at Shinji, a devious grin on her face. "Besides, don't you want to see what I found?"
"Asuka, this is private stuff, we really shouldn't be seeing thi-
Shinji was cut off by the sight of Asuka dangling a pair of metal handcuffs between her fingers, shaking them slightly, teasingly clanking the metal together.
"What do you bet she uses these for, huh?" The girl asked in a devilish tone.
"She's high up in NERV, wouldn't it make sense for her to have handcuffs in case she needed to… arrest someone or something?"
Asuka started to snicker. "You really think anyone would give her the authority to arrest someone?"
Shinji admitted to himself that Asuka had likely made a valid observation.
"Of course not, you idiot. I bet she uses these in bed."
"In bed?"
Asuka rolled her eyes. "For sex, you dumbass! How can you be this dense?"
She started to laugh to herself, fixing an evil grin on Shinji, one filled with thoughts of forthcoming mischief.
"Hey Shinji, what do you say we have some fun with these handcuffs?"
She began to crawl towards him, her blue t-shirt hanging low and exposing a glance at her cleavage. Shinji turned his gaze to avoid her, knowing that this had to be another one of Asuka's bizarre attempts at humiliating him.
"Stop messing with me Asuka, just put them back where you found them…"
"I'm not messing with you this time," she said, continuing to make her way over to the boy, whose heart rate began to quicken with a sense of pubescent nervousness. "Maybe I really do want to have some grown up fun with you, idiot Shinji…"
"Asuka, I… Why are you getting so close?" Asuka raised herself from her crawling position, slamming the boy hard against the wall of Misato's room. She raised her gaze to him, her blue eyes piercing into his, causing him to shiver. She dragged a finger down his sternum, holding him against the wall with her right forearm and teasing him with her left hand, before leaning into his ear.
"What," she whispered, "are you afraid of having sex with a pretty girl?"
"N-n-no…" He grunted, his libido becoming too much to withstand at this point. "B-but…"
Asuka then traced her index finger back up his chest, teasing the boy's neck, before ultimately sliding it up and thumbing his nose. She began to howl with laughter at Shinji's red flushed face, a look of sheer embarrassment overcoming his countenance.
"You idiot, did you really think a girl like me was going to have sex with you? What a joke!" She continued to mock him, giggling with all the pleasure of a delighted schoolgirl at Shinji's misfortune. He could barely respond, attempting only to turn around and walk out of the room. Before he knew it, however, Asuka had him pinned against the wall again, her left hand shoving him face-first into the wall. He felt the cold sensation of steel sliding up his wrists before the sound of something locking into place, trapping his hands behind his back.
"Hey, what…" was all he could muster before Asuka began to laugh again.
"I tricked you, you idiot. Now I've handcuffed you, and there's no way for you to get out."
The boy felt even more humiliated; Asuka had once again taken advantage of him, trapping him in yet another bizarre situation that he could barely stand.
"Let me out Asuka, please!"
The only response was the warm sensation of Asuka's hand clasping onto Shinji's wrist, dragging him out of the room.
"Hey," he uttered, "where are you taking me?"
Asuka remained silent, hurrying the boy along. Shinji soon began to realize that Asuka's planned destination was her bedroom, the notion of being trapped behind a door alone with Asuka filling him with dread. What sorts of horrific punishments would she inflict on him now that he was totally at her mercy?
She slid the door open, throwing the boy onto her white futon. The force of the throw sent shockwaves through his body, making him grunt in pain.
"Hey Shinji," she finally said. "Remember what I said before? I wasn't kidding."
Shinji watched, totally flustered as the girl began to slide her t-shirt off, revealing her pale, thin stomach, before slowly reaching it over her ribs.
"Asuka… What are you…"
Shinji was silenced by Asuka finally removing the shirt in its entirety, dragging it slowly over her pale breasts, her soft nipples revealed by the removal of the fabric. The white underwear she always wore no longer seemed so casual to Shinji, but instead like the final artifact of some erotic dream he was now sure he was having.
This can't be real… This can't be real… he thought to himself, believing the sight of the beautiful, almost nude girl in front of him to be merely a mirage.
Asuka bent down before him, lifting his chin up with her finger, the boy too distracted by his first sight of her breasts to meet her gaze.
"Now, you're going to be my little plaything. I'm going to treat you just like a toy, idiot Shinji."
Asuka began to unbutton and slide off Shinji's black shorts and boxers, taking no time to enjoy teasing him; she knew precisely what she wanted. His thick, erect cock now stood before her, its tip dripping with shining precum.
"It's not fair, you know," she whispered to him. "That a pathetic little boy like you should have a dick like that." She raised her palm before striking Shinji in the face, the ferocity of the slap stunning him. "I'm going to have to punish you for it, you worthless little toy." She pinned the boy to the ground, driving his head into the wood flooring. Shinji, still reeling from the force of her slap, had no way to predict what the unhinged girl would do next, and also no way to resist her.
She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue over the boy's face. A massive string of shining drool slowly began to ooze forth from her tongue, swaying with the breeze of the room before landing on the humiliated boy's face. She took her palm and smeared it, soaking his face in her spit.
"Do you like the way I taste, idiot Shinji?"
The boy didn't respond, almost hypnotized by what was occurring. Asuka reared back and slapped his face again.
"Answer me when I ask you a question, you idiot."
"Yes…" He admitted. "Yes, I like it Asuka… It tastes good…"
"Hmph. Just good, huh?" She said, slapping the boy again, pulling his dazed face back by his hair to meet her gaze. "That's not a good enough answer for me."
She shoved her fingers in his mouth, running them down his wet tongue, letting him taste a small sample of her pale skin. The scent of her red hair filled his nostrils, his mistress's elegant odor intoxicating him. She slowly dragged them back out of his mouth, once again smearing his face, this time with his own saliva.
"You look like such a pathetic little boy right now, idiot Shinji. I wish you could see yourself."
Her words of humiliation only served to arouse him further, making his thick cock throb against her pale thigh, leaving drops of his precum on her skin. This new dynamic confused him thoroughly but left him only wanting Asuka more than he already had.
"Asuka, please, please touch it…"
His arrogant demand was met with another slap.
"Shut up. You don't get to decide what I do to you."
Asuka forced the boy over onto his stomach, forcing him to arch his back. She pulled him back by his hair once more, forcing the boy into a vulnerable, bent-over position. He heard the sound of her spitting on her fingers before he felt the sensation of her running them across his ass, teasing his soft flesh with her fingernails. He could feel them digging softly into him, leaving red marks where Asuka had trailed them down his skin. At last he felt a harsh smack and heard the furious sound of flesh hitting flesh. He cried out in pain, crumpling over before Asuka snickered and pulled him back up. The process repeated over and over again, Asuka's spankings coming harder each time she delivered them. The boy had lost count of how many times she had spanked him, his ass now searing in pain, the girl's dripping saliva easing his stinging flesh, his vocal cords growing tired from moaning in pleasured agony.
"Look at you, bent over for me. I can do anything I want to you, can't I?
"Yes… yes, Asuka, you can…"
The girl chuckled under her breath.
"Tell me I own you."
"You… you own me, Asuka. You own every part of me. I belong to you."
"Oh really? Just for me? You won't make me share you with Rei? Or even with Misato?"
"No!" He cried desperately. "I'm yours… I'm your toy. Use me how you please…"
He could hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth. The intentional self-humiliation, the insults coming from Asuka… The fact that he was enjoying it all…
"Heh. Good answer. Maybe you aren't so stupid after all, idiot Shinji."
He felt her hand slide down his ass and between his thighs.
"Maybe I'll reward you."
She began teasing his shaft with her soft fingers, gently running them up and down, making him throb with anticipation. He could barely control himself, moaning with pleasure as she teased him.
"You want me to play with you, Shinji?"
"Yes! Yes, please, I need it!"
"Heh heh. You want me so bad, don't you? Fine, I'll reward your good behavior."
Asuka clasped her left hand around his cock, squeezing it softly. She slowly began to work her hand up and down, her other one still gently teasing the raw flesh of Shinji's ass. His breathing quickened; his heart rate began to accelerate. He couldn't handle all this stimulation. He felt a pressure building up within him, a familiar one that he had initiated upon himself countless times in the past, but never anywhere near this intensity.
"Asuka, I'm going to cum…"
"No you're not," she said, forcing him back down, releasing her grip on his shaft. "I'm not finished with you yet."
She stood up and dragged the boy up against the wall, pushing him firmly into a seated position, his legs spread open for her. He gasped for air, having come close to the edge, but been forcefully pushed back down. The girl sat down in front of him, her red hair dangling softly over her shoulders, her breasts now in front of Shinji's face. She grabbed him by the scalp, forcing him into them, the boy instinctively opening his mouth and beginning to suck on her rose-colored nipples.
"Mmm…" She moaned, the sensation of Shinji's wet, warm mouth sucking on such a sensitive area plunging her into ecstasy. "Good boy… suck on them like the pathetic, weak little boy you are."
The insults only made Shinji more rabid, his sucking growing more forceful. Asuka yelped with pleasure, her head lurching towards the sky as Shinji pleased her, her hands pressing his face firmly into her chest. She moved her hands down to his back, feeling the muscles he had begun to build during NERV training flexing as the boy craned his neck, attempting to plunge himself further into the divine breasts of his new goddess. Asuka's body grew warm, feeling the intense heat of Shinji's body mingling with hers. She could no longer withstand the wait.
Asuka raised her hand up, grabbing the boy's face forcefully.
"You're going to do just what I tell you, aren't you?"
"Of course Asuka, anything you ask." he responded, stunned breaths perforating through his speech.
She stood up, bending over and reaching for some unseen object on the floor. At last, she stood back up and displayed the item: the key to Shinji's handcuffs. She began to slide her white panties off slowly, her juices still sticking to the fabric as she pulled them down before coming to rest on her pre-cum soaked thighs. Shinji began to drool with anticipation as the girl bent over and reached behind his back, awkwardly shuffling to find the keyhole before inserting the key, letting his shackles loose and freeing his hands once more.
"I want you to fuck me," she said. "Now it's your turn to do whatever you want. One rule though. You can't kiss me."
Shinji needed no further commands. He gently grasped Asuka's hand, pulling her down beside him onto the futon. Immediately he slid his awkward, inexperienced hands to her breasts; he had been yearning to feel them the entire time they had been exposed. He lifted himself over Asuka, who now looked up at him nervously, her grip on power having been willingly broken.
"Asuka, you're so beautiful."
"Shut up and fuck me, idiot." She hissed back, blushing at the compliment.
Shinji grasped his thick cock, carefully positioning it to insert it inside of the girl.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "We don't have any protection."
"It'll be fine," she huffed. "Just don't cum inside me."
The boy began to slowly guide his throbbing cock inside of her, her virgin pussy struggling to allow it to enter. Asuka hadn't anticipated that it would hurt this much, assuming the dripping wet juices she had secreted from seeing Shinji so weak for her would allow it to gently enter in. She had severely underestimated Shinji's size in her fantasies. She screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, encouraging Shinji to keep going despite her cries.
At last she felt his hips touching hers; he had fully entered.
"It's in… It's in…" She huffed, already exhausted from the struggle of taking him in for the first time.
Shinji slowly began to thrust outward, his cock sliding slowly out, before pumping back in, groaning from the sensation. His lips were now directly touching Asuka's earlobe, the heat of his breath and the sounds of his moans sending her into a frenzy.
"Fuck me… fuck me you idiot…" She began to dig her nails into his back, pressuring the boy to thrust faster. He pumped in and out of her, feeling her juices dripping off his hanging testicles and down to his thighs, his muscles flexing as he pleasured a woman for the first time. He couldn't bring himself to speak; his mind had been inhabited by some primal variant of him, one only focused on fucking Asuka as hard as he could.
He thought of the slaps she laid into him, the insults she shouted, the humiliation she delivered unto him. Now it was his turn to inflict it back onto her. He raised his chest up, continuing to thrust in and out of her, before placing his hands firmly around her throat. He began to gently choke her, retaking the power she had stripped away from him. Asuka groaned in pain, attempting to utter his name, but with no sound coming forth from her restrained vocal cords. The slight oxygen deprivation only added to the pleasure; she couldn't believe how furiously she was letting Shinji dominate her.
He at last eased his grip on her neck, allowing her to breathe again. She reached up for his neck, pulling him back down, their foreheads now touching as he continued to thrust in and out. The moment was becoming far too intimate, but Asuka could no longer control herself. In a vain attempt to restore some level of superiority over the boy, she lurched back and spat in his face. She felt her saliva dripping down from his chin back onto her breasts. It was no use; Shinji was like a feral animal.
He began to thrust harder, huffing and puffing as he fucked her faster. He could barely contain himself; he felt that same familiar pressure beginning to rise in his loins, knowing that there was no way he could stop it now.
"Asuka… Asuka, I'm going to cum!" He cried, pressing himself back down into her chest.
Oh God, he's going to cum in me! The phrase cried out in Asuka's mind, but her lust overpowered her. Instead of shouting and demanding that Shinji pull out of her, she locked her legs around his hips, giving him no chance to escape.
"Cum for me Shinji…" She huffed into his ear, sending the boy into overdrive. He felt himself erupt inside of her, his thick cock emptying a hot load of cum into her warm pussy, into the tight hole that felt like it had been created just for him. He knew what a risk this was, but he no longer cared; his primal nature had overcome his rational senses. He wanted to breed Asuka, to fill her womb with his seed, to give that arrogant little bitch every last drop.
He collapsed on top of her, Asuka stroking his hair. He was totally exhausted, his labored breathing causing his chest to rise and fall on top of Asuka. She continued to stroke the muscles of his back with her fingers before positioning her lips directly next to his ear.
"Shinji, I – "
Click. Twist…
Shinji and Asuka gasped, both simultaneously breaking out of their lust-induced trance.
"Misato…" They cried in unison. "She's home!"
The sound of the front door opening was soon followed by the clicking and clacking of Misato's shoes wandering into the apartment. The woman let loose an exhausted sigh, exclaiming her exhaustion to herself.
"Same old boring day." She muttered aloud, her speech slurring. She had clearly made another post-work visit to some dingy, run-down Tokyo 3 bar.
"Shinji! Asuka!" She cried into the empty living room. "I forgot to bring any food back… Sorry to make you eat leftovers again…" She let another sigh loose. "I'm such a bad caretaker…"
The woman began to drunkenly stumble to Asuka's room. Asuka and Shinji's hearts raced with intensity, both feeling the other's pulse pumping a million miles per hour inside their intertwined bodies. They watched with horror as the artificial light of the living room seeped into the bedroom, unveiling their sin before Misato's eyes.
Misato stumbled through the doorway. For what felt like an eternity, her gaze slowly drifted down to the floor. At last her eyes landed on the young lovers, Asuka's face still dripping with Shinji's emissions. The two of them prepared for the worst.
"Oh." she muttered. "You guys are doing synchronization training again?" The woman walked obliviously back into the living room before collapsing onto the couch, taking her much-anticipated post-work nap.
The two stared at each other in silence, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.
"You were right Asuka," Shinji uttered. "NERV would never give her access to handcuffs."
